Westheid's voice was light and airy, but it struck the Knights' ears like a thunderclap, instantly setting off a chorus of astonished cries.
"Wait, abolish serfdom?!"
"Did I hear that right?"
"Lord Westheid, are you in your right mind?"
"..."
The handsome, black-haired, purple-eyed young man exchanged a look with Mivana and nodded.
"That's right, abolish serfdom. Yonglan's vast population of serfs is the foundation supporting this country. I've thought about it—we give them some benefits, relax restrictions on movement, eliminate exorbitant taxes, give them a day off each week, and maybe even improve their welfare a little."
Even the visiting Yonglan Knights, who had come with sufficient goodwill, couldn't help but instinctively object upon hearing Westheid's proposal.
"You should reconsider!"
"Abolish serfdom? Yonglan won't be able to compete on the international stage!"
"The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed!"
Seeing this, Westheid sneered.
